Childhood home

My mother is selling the house I grew up in 🙁

A few years ago, my father left the flat I spent a lot of my teens in.

It’s interesting, even though I moved out from home more than 10 years ago, I still feel a connection to both places. The flat’s probably knocked down by now, and doesn’t even exist, and I’ve spent so little back at mums recently I’m surprised by changes every time I visit.

I don’t know what’s making me so nostalgic for my youth, looking back into my past? Strange.

Greebo (cat) looking out into the garden.

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